Warrior’s Promise

148. Chapter 148

    Subsequently, five groups of battle platforms continued the game.

    On the battle platform, Wei elder's mouth has a faint smile.

    Although Su Mo and the Heaven Alliance are enemies, it is not a good thing, but the strength of Su Mo is still very satisfying.

    In less than a year, it has this kind of strength, and its talent is not as good as a paragraph, it is similar.

    The second group of battles.

    The battle took place, the first round of ten battles ended, and soon entered the second round.

    In the first round, whether it was Su Mo, or He Yangjun and Fei Mania, it was easy to crush opponents.

    Everyone gets one point.

    In the second round of fighting, Su Mo soon played again.

    This time, his opponent is a long-shouldered sword with a very strong figure.

    On the stage, the young man looked at Su Mo and his face was slightly dignified.

    "It’s the shadow swordsman Huang Feiyang, I don’t know if he can beat Su Mo!”

    "Maybe it is possible that Huang Feiyang's one-handed Sword Art is fast and disappears. It is definitely the master of Outer Sect's top ten discipline."

    Under the stage, many disciplines have been arguing.

    "Su Mo, although your strength is very strong, but you want to win me, it is unlikely!"

    Zhuangshuo youth Huang Feiyang no expression, Shen Sheng: "Let me see, how strong your strength is!"

    "You are out of the sword!"

    Su Mo smiled slightly.

    Huang Feiyang nodded and suddenly released his own Martial Spirit.

    This man's Martial Spirit is a silver long sword with a rating of Human Grade Rank 8.

    "Hey!"

    The sword was unsheathed, the Martial Spirit was released, and the aura of Huang Feiyang suddenly became very fierce.

    After a few interest, when he was on the momentum of Huang Feiyang, he climbed to peak and he got out of the sword.

    "Whoosh!
”

    I saw Huang Feiyang’s hand shaking, and a slightly unspeakable sword light disappeared.

    The next moment, a distorted sword light suddenly appeared on the side of Su Mo and cut to his waist.

    Shua!

    Su Mo's foot is windy, gently swaying, figure translating a few meters, avoiding the sword light.

    咻咻 Whoosh!

    Su Mo figure just stood, and it was cut by three sharp sword light.

    The sword light is as thin as a hair, as fast as lightning, hidden in the void, and if it is not Su Mo's perception, it is hard to find.

    laugh!

    Sword light cut through the figure of Su Mo, the figure shattered instantly.

    It is a afterimage!

    Immediately, Su Mo's figure is revealed ten meters away.

    "Good motion technique!"

    Huang Feiyang was shocked.

    His Sword Art, few people in the same rank can escape.

    The general strength is lower than his Martial Artist, he can solve it with just one sword.

    “This Su Mo is really amazing, the movement technique is so extraordinary!”

    "Yeah." This speed is almost catching up with Ling Muchen Senior Brother! ”

“……”

    The crowd of people watching the audience, also marveled at the speed of Su Mo.

    On the stage.

    "I see how you hide?"

    Huang Feiyang screamed, his sword in his hands trembled and his arms were turned into countless afterimages.

    Xiū xiū xiū xiū ~~~

    The sword light shines, the sword qi shoots, and the fine and sharp sword qi cuts vertically and horizontally to form a large net and sweeps the entire battle platform.

    Hey~

    Su Mo is like a catkins, shuttles and wanders in the road sword qi.

    "This…this…"How could

    Huang Feiyang’s face is hard to hide the shock.

    "Your Sword Art is good, but the attack is too weak!"

    A faint voice, from the mouth of Su Mo: "I am chasing down the tenth meeting, to break myriad laws."

    The next moment, Su Mo's figure suddenly stops and no longer evades.

    Roar!

    The tiger whistling sounded and I saw Su Mo's double fists like a tiger, constantly bombarding.

    Bang! !

    The tiger roared and punched, and all the swords qi were annihilated in the blink of an eye.

    "The Dragon!"

    With a sip of Su Mo, a huge fist shadow pierced the void.

    expensive!

    On the top of the fist, there is a shadow of the dragon, and the sound of the dragon is shocking.

    "broken!"

    Huang Feiyang's face became extremely dignified, holding a sword in both hands, and slamming away from the boxing with lightning.

    "Hong!"

    A hit collision, whistling fist shadow, the power is like a wild beast, Huang Feiyang's figure, instantly stunned by tens of meters, directly fell under the platform.

    "Concession!"

    Su Mo nodded to the other side and immediately walked off the stage.

    Huang Feiyang stood under the stage, his face changed, and finally he sighed helplessly.

    The strength of the other side is far beyond their own, and it is already under the mercy.

    The strength of Su Mo once again gave everyone a new understanding.

    The strength he has shown now has already qualified with the top of the Outer Sect's top ten disciplines.

    "Hmph!"

    He Yangjun snorted and his face showed a sneer.

    "The higher you climb, the heavier you will fall!"

    The game continues.

    However, the second group in which Su Mo is located, because of the death of one person, has not been able to play two matches in ten rounds of battle.

    Therefore, the last one is more free to choose the opponent.

    In the next three rounds of fighting, Su Mo is easy to win, effortless.

    He has scored five points.

    During the period, he also met another Heaven Alliance disciple.

    But the face changed for a while, and finally did not dare to go on stage, decisively admit defeat.

    Oh

    At this time, there was a burst of excitement shouting around the fourth group of battle platforms.

    Su Mo turned to look at it. It turned out to be Nangong Linjue, and it was the eighth-ranked Meiling in the top ten disciplines.

    Mei Ling is a tall, light-weight woman.

    Although the appearance is not as good as the segment of the ice, it is also very beautiful.

    "Nangong Senior Brother, I won't let you win me easily!"

    On the stage, Mei Ling holds a long sword and is pretty and dignified.

    "One knife!"

    Nangong Linjue bears a long, bright knife, indifferently said.

    If it is normal, Nangong Linjue still has a mood to play with Mei Ling, but at this time, he has been angered by Su Mo.

    No mood to play.

    "A knife?"

    Mei Ling heard the words, pretty face and cold.

    The other party is too arrogant, right?

    Even if you have a strong strength in Nangong, you can't beat me with one stroke!

    "Get the knife!"

    Nangong Linjue does not want to waste time, long knife out of the sheath, leaning to the ground.

    Shua!

    The next moment, Nangong Linjue figure rises to the sky and slams down.

    “Firmament is breaking the clouds!”

    Nangong Lin felt a violent drink, and immediately, a ten-meter-long white Blade Qi, tearing the air, slammed down.

    This knife is extremely powerful, and Blade Qi is lightning fast, destroying everything, and it is unstoppable.

    "What?"

    Merrington was pale.

    This knife is too strong, this knife is too fast, he can't stop it.

    "Hong!"

    Unsurprisingly, just a knife, Mei Ling was flung out and fell far behind the platform.

    Mei Ling’s mouth shed a blush, and even the robes on her body were torn by Blade Qi, revealing a large piece of delicate skin.

    A knife defeated Mering, Nangong Linjue turned and walked off the stage.

    "Great and powerful!"

    "It's too strong, and it's defeated with one knife. It's the same as Outer Sect's top ten disciles."

    Everyone was shocked.

    Nangong Lin is not the first Outer Sect, strong, terrifying.

    In the previous game, most of the encounters of Nangong Linjue were directly conceded.

    A few disciples that did not admit defeat were also defeated by Nangong Linjue. No one can let him show his true strength.

    Now, in the face of Outer Sect's eighth Mering, Nangong Linjue's explosive power is hard to imagine.

    Su Mo looked at the back of Nangong Linjue.

    This person is indeed not weak!

    At this time, even on another mountain.

    Concerned about the stage of the game, the face is rare and reveals a smile.

    Nangong Lin feels good, and can focus on training later.